[Lyric] Better Off Dead (Matthew Ebel)

So that’s that, there’s nothing left to say
It’s all gone, it blew up in my face
Maybe I could be a model of the human race
And take living as a prize for second place
Yeah…

And all the things we left unsaid-
The straw men that we beat up instead
-they’re just flies buzzing in my head
The world turned faster than this
Young, dumb bastard could tell
Hell, oh well, maybe we were
Better off dead

So nobody predictеd we’d be gone
‘Causе God told me your preacher got it wrong
The market crashes, turns to ashes that you’re dancing on
While some fat lady cues up for a song

You just don’t panic, so they said
In all the good books that I have read
You just lay back and feed your head
But that ain’t clever, that never got nothing to
Sell, hell, oh well, maybe we were
Better off dead